Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.

Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time  (via therealblackmarket)

(Source: anamorphosis-and-isolate, via g-y-p-s-y-h-e-a-r-t-s)

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snowmelt by developing memories on Flickr.
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goodmorning Yosemite (by CodyKlintworth)
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